Poet’s Corner: Dune
By Steve Ewing
Great sentinel of sand
how quietly
you stand
and slowly
shed
yourself
into the sea
Beaches sprawl
beneath
aprons
at your feet
while silently
you creep
away
into the deep
(Truro)
Steve Ewing is a dock builder, living in Edgartown, with his wife Claudia. Steve is the town's...
Poet’s Corner: The Whole of Us
By Jeffrey Agnoli
Only part of us
believes what can be seen
matters more than what is unseen
Only part of us
believes to mistrust others
is smarter than to trust others
Only part of us
believes weapons are more
powerful than wisdom
Only...
Poet’s Corner: Christmas Offering
By Lee H. McCormack
Sacrifice is the source of life:
We must always give away what we want most.
To live each day one asks the light for succor
One bows in dark and whispers
Praise for all that...
Poet’s Corner: I thought I saw Carly Simon
I thought I saw Carly Simon
at the town dump, tossing
her hair in case she was recognized.
At least I thought it was her,
and I thought it was the town dump
because, surely, she has people.
Just as...
Poet’s Corner: Before Christmas on Cuttyhunk
By Jim Lowell
Now the wind has swung
from Uncatena to Noman’s
and the trawlers are in Quick’s Hole
throbbing toward their haul.
On the deserted dock one gull
with one leg and one hungry eye
remembers a summer of bounty
when...
Poet’s Corner: Tantrum
By Barbara Peckham
The wind is having a tantrum.
It whines and screams and
Howls around the house,
Tearing at the shingles,
Whacking the roof with branches,
Blowing porch chairs into a corner,
A loose cushion into a puddle
On the next...
Poet’s Corner: All I ever need
By Philip A. Zentz
Give me a place to stand
A little shelter above my head
Some earthly sustenance
With its abundance we all are fed
I need no more than this
For life is full of bliss
If I should...
Poet’s Corner: The Villagers
By Jill Jupen
When you count the villagers,
you have to count the scarecrow.
I turn you over
again & again
trying to find
the side of you
I used to understand.
When did I reduce you
to a statue
the size of my...
Poet’s corner: To This Wonder
By Jeffrey Agnoli
In two days of storm
all remaining leaves are shorn.
Fields of diamonds
open in the vastness
between branches.
In centuries of fear
all angelic insight seems to disappear.
Gardens of wisdom
grow in the deep beds
between errors.
In endless years...
Poet’s Corner: Contemplating Connection
By Rebecca Perkalis
Papers strewn about
On a thick, cherry wood table
A cold, blustery breeze
Turns the curtains
Jaggedly
Papers strewn across
The table
Slipped under
Table, chairs
Spaces under the stove
Secrets or sheets
Hiding away
I open the
Pine door
Whoosh of a fall gust gale
Tries...
Poet’s Corner: The Life of Socks
By Nancy Langman
First I’m a pair
And then I’m not
I went from socks
To being sock
Not sure if I will ever see
The other sock, part of me
Lost but who knows where
Owner searching everywhere
In the drawer and...
Poet’s Corner: The shorter time
By Gerald Blake Storrow
The shorter time is left to me,The less the rush. Whereas before,
My mental foot could not refrain
From tapping out impatiently
My lifetime's wait for life
To bloody well begin, these days
It grips the...
Poet’s Corner: Tupelo
By Rachel Baird
When I die and am released
I want the bees to feed again on my vacant body,
To swarm and land the way they do in spring,
For my sweet thorn bones
To carry the scent...
Poet’s Corner: I met a stone wall today
I met a stone wall today
Our conversation was heavy
The weight of the words and thoughts seemed unbearable
Its stone boundary lines set limits to my limitless spirit
The stones being visual manifestations of my allegorical time...
Poet’s Corner: Travellers
By George Mills
Travellers crossing barren land
pile up stones
to mark the way.
They fill their hands
with the furious love
of stones.
When night comes they lie down
with stones
& pull the stars
like dead leaves
over them.
They dream of ways
to patch...
Poet’s Corner: Beach Plum Pickin’
Proud purple
shifting shades
of red
Hugging clean green leaves
tucked in sandy bed
Pumped up
with summer sun
just fresh
from rain
I kneel
to bend
and pluck
fistfuls
and drift
Into that picker’s dream
of jelly jars
and old-time
kitchen smells
That linger
on the edge
so precious
and so real
Steve Ewing is...
Poet’s Corner: Neighbor
by John Ortman
"Hello, neighbor," he said, reaching across the leaning wire
with a strong hand calloused by the hoeing,
to make me welcome;
Handing me some garden tomatoes all his own.
His smile and tired blue eyes were...
Poet’s Corner: Dragonfly
By Joel Holmberg
Hovering
over the still pond
with four wings
blue transparency
with less than
one minute
of life
the sun
bright on
water and wings
with a few billion years
left
the entire universe
showing no signs
of slowing down
does it matter
to any of
these fragile things
Joel Holmberg,...
Poet’s Corner: Dragonfly
My daughter is a dragonfly and hovers at the edge
of colors soft as the wings that whir around her.
Gentle and wild, she lets her lovers wound her,
lowers her voice and cries, and I try...
Poet’s Corner: In Praise of Dirt
Beneath our notice, background, base —
primal field, the force that molds us;
this planet's still our refuge place —
gravity still hugs and holds us.
We occupy the middle ground,
between the sky and living earth;
both large and...